Who Will Save Your Soul

People living their lives for you on TV

They say they're better than you and you agree

He says, "Hold my calls for me I must go"

Boss says, "Come here boys, there ain't nothing for free"

Another doctor's bill, another lawyer's bill

Another cute cheap thrill

You know you love him if you put in your will, but

CHORUS:

Who will save your soul when it comes to the flowers now?

Who will save your soul after all those lies that you told, boy?

Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?

We try to hustle them, try to bustle them, try to cuss them

The cops want someone to bust down on Orleans Avenue

Another day, another dollar, another war, another tower

Went up where the homeless had their homes

So we pray to as many different God's as there are flowers

But we call religion our friend

We're so worried about saving our souls

Afraid that God will take His toll

That we forget to begin, but

CHORUS:

Who will save your soul when it comes to the babies now?

Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy?

Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?

Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill

Got social security, but that doesn't pay your bills

There are addictions to feed and there are mouths to pay

So you bargain with the Devil, say you're o.k. for today,

Say that you love them, take their money and run

Say "It's been swell, sweetheart, but it was just one of those things

Those flings, those strings you've got to cut."

So get out on the streets, girls, and bust your butts

But who will save your soul when it comes to the babies?

Who will save your souls those lies that you told boy?

Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?

Hands

If I could tell the world just one thing

It would be that we're all OK

and not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful

and useless in times like these

I won't be made useless

I won't be idle with despair

I will gather myself around my faith

For light does the darkness most fear

My hands are small, I know

But they're not yours, they are my own

But they're not yours, they are my own

and I am never broken

Poverty stole your golden shoes

But it didn't steal your laughter

and heart ache came to visit me

But I knew it wasn't ever after

We'll fight, not out of spite

For someone must stand up for what's right

'Cause where there's a man who has no voice

There ours shall go singing

My hands are small I know

But they're not yours, they are my own

But they're not yours, they are my own

and I am never broken

In the end only kindness matters

In the end only kindness matters

I will get down on my knees, and I will pray

I will get down on my knees, and I will pray

I will get down on my knees, and I will pray

My hands are small I know

But they're not yours, they are my own

But they're not yours, they are my own

and I am never broken

My hands are small I know

But they're not yours, they are my own

But they're not yours, they are my own

and I am never broken

We are never broken

We are God's eyes

God's hands

God's mind

We are God's eyes

God's hands

God's heart

We are God's eyes

God's hands

God's eyes

We are God's hands

Standing Still

Cuttin' through the darkest night in my two headlights

Trying to keep it clear, but I'm losing it here to the twilight

There's a dead end to my left, there's a burning bush to my right

You aren't in sight, you aren't in sight

Do you want me, like I want you?

Or am I standing still, beneath the darkened sky?

Or am I standing still, with the scenery flying by?

Or am I standing still, out of the corner of my eye?

Was that you passing me by?

Mothers on the stoop, boys in souped-up coupes on this hot summer night

Between fight and flight is the blind man's sight and the choice that's right

I roll the window down, feel like I'm gonna drown in this strange town

Feel broken down, I feel broken down

Do you need me, like I need you?

Or am I standing still, beneath the darkened sky?

Or am I standing still, with the scenery flying by?

Or am I standing still, out of the corner of my eye?

Was that you passing me by?

Sweet sorrow is the call tomorrow

Sweet sorrow is the call tomorrow

Do you love me, like I love you?

Or am I standing still, beneath the darkened sky?

Or am I standing still, with the scenery flying by?

Or am I standing still, out of the corner of my eye?

Was that you passing me by?

Are you passing me by? (Passing me by)

Do you want me? (Passing me by)

Do you need me, like I need you too?

And do you want me, like I want you?

Are you passing me by?